"If Mr. Baldid said so, I guess it's O.K."
"Splendid," came the voice of the blonde in utter darkness. She was very close. Heck could smell the scent of her perfume. He felt the faint brushing of her blonde hair against his face as she moved her head in the darkness. "Now, do you want to go back and get a hotel room, or sleep here?" she asked Heck matter-of-factly.
"Well, to tell you the truth—"
"Why bother to be conventional, Heck? Besides, those are just the conventions of your world which are holding you back. Now, on my world—"
"You stay here," Heck said. "Wherever here is. I'm going back home. I'll see you at the new office tomorrow. Er—you know the address?"
"I ought to. I picked the place out for Baldid."
"Well, goodbye," Heck said, and teleported to his bachelor apartment in Metropolitan City, about half a mile from where Patty lived. Conventions, he thought. It was always something. He didn't mean the conventions which had stopped him from doing what the eager blonde wanted to do because he was engaged to Patty. He meant sales conventions. If all this had happened at anything but a sales convention, Heck would have been too incredulous to go ahead with his plans to start the new business. But at a sales convention? Anything and everything could happen at a sales convention....
Heck drifted off to sleep and dreamed that Patty and Baldid, secret lovers, were conspiring against him.
He was at the new office building at nine o'clock promptly. He should have felt sleepy, but did not. He was raring to go.